Some people say when a child comes to this world , he/she is a blank sheet of paper or a piece of wet clay. As the adult train them to differentiate between good and bad , the blank paper starts to get filled / the clay starts getting molded .
At the beginning of the life those writing on papers are probably with pencil which can be erased by an eraser and the clay can be re-molded, but the parents have a tiring job of helping the kind fill the paper again or remodel the clay in the right form. Through the ages , these writings tend to convert into ink instead of pencil lead and the clays start getting hard to get permanent structures.
My parents taught me a lot of nice things tiredlessly including loving , respecting others irrespective of the dress they wear, the food they eat , the money in there wallet . Many of those teachings have helped me to get friends .. real friends how every short that list may be .
Of all those things they taught me , one tiny thing that i got used to was to celebrate birthdays . There was a time in our life where we had barely enough to make our ends meet, but still we celebrated with what ever little we had . There were no expensive gifts but there was the feeling of celebration which got smiles onto our faces.
In a age where materialism ( read consumerism) seems to be the key to win love, this was a very different teaching which got sketched into my life and got molded into part of what i am today . As John Keats once said …
The poetry of earth is never dead
Baba (Dr. Ravindra Nath Mukerjee) left us for a different non earthly journey on 29th July 2015 . His sudden and unplanned journey was very difficult for all us . Losing a loved one is really a difficult time where one is deluged with memories of gratitude of the departed soul. The memory and sorry engulfed all of us so much , we didn’t get to celebrate 26th September 2015 a year he would have turned 65.
If he would have been alive today he would have turned 66 on 26th September . There is a wide belief that death is just a new beginning with a merger of soul with the Brahmana. To say it differently , the soul lives on. So what prevents us from wishing the soul a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY .
Where ever you are i do hope you have a lovely day . A very Happy Birthday Baba
Awesome u r really precious to us so nicely u wrote I am really proud of u I feel that we r successful in bringing u up your pen expresses so nicely once feeling it is really praiseworthy God bless u and help to fulfill all yourveishes
Thank you very much Ma
It touched my heart.
It is indeed an excellent piece of writing.
God bless you.
Thank you very much Mesho .
Tomake Jonmodin er oneek oneek Subecha janai ????????????. May you have a great year wherever you are & stay happy. I still remember the sundor din gulo you spent with us in Karol Bagh, Delhi.
Yes indeed kaku
So nicely written Rahul…..
God bless you dear…..
So nicely written Rahul…
Always stay blessed beta…
Thank you very much aunty
Very well written Rahul! There is so much I can share from your post.
I lost my Baba in Oct 2010. But even today I miss him so much, especially when it comes to a joyous occasion or when taking difficult decisions.
Its like I had to grow up suddenly after he left me.
One thing I can say is that he must be feeling glad to see me happy here. I’m sure you share the same when it comes to you and your Baba!
Thank you Anshuman for the lovely comment. Some one once told me once you loose a parent ,something somewhere gets lost and it doesnt remain the same again . That being said totally agree with your comment.